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[gilmore-angel]

everything has changed | aaron hotchner x reader

swiftmas ♱ heyyy.... so this is super late😬. I am now on break so hopefully the future ones will be on time💋

summary ♱ working at a daycare has its perks, a big one being a certain single dad.

warnings ♱ awkward flirting, my lack of understanding how daycares are run, ooc aaron probably cause I haven't watched this show in forever

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loud. if you had to use one word to describe your job it would be loud. you of course loved your work, but being completely overwhelmed has become a normal thing.

the end of the day was always the hardest. trying to gather all of the kids items, putting shoes on, getting through checkout, and cleaning up afterwards.

one little boy in particular however made your job a bit easier. Jack Hotchner, an adorable three year old, was polite, well behaved, and sweet. his father, aaron hotchner, was serious but seemed nice.

all you new about him was he worked a lot, and rarely was the one to pick jack up. 90% of the time it was his aunt to come pick him up.

but today was different. when your coworker said jacks parent was here for pickup you help his little winter coat on and backpack and walked with him to the front desk for checkout.

there stood arron, dressed in his usual black suit. his jet black hair was shiny and put together like always. his blank almost cold expression shifted to a much happier one when he saw jack running towards him.

the little boy hugged his father's legs in greeting, receiving a hug in return. you smile as you walk up to aaron and pass him the drawing jack made in class today.

"jack wanted to make sure u gave this to you," aaron smiles softly and takes it, looking over the two little stick figures playing in the snow, representing them.

he glances back up at you, nodding once at you, "thank you. youre jacks main teacher, correct?"

his voice sounding so clear is surprising to you. the most you heard from him was a quiet goodmorning or bye. you would see him mutter words to jack, but they were only for jack to here. the fact he talked to you at all was completely out of the norm.

you feel your cheeks heat up, suddenly realizing now that you have to speak directly to him how handsome he really is.

you smile softly and nod, "yes, I am." you realize too late how awkward you sound.

he nods, reaching out his hand to shake yours, "jack talks about you a lot. you seem to be his favorite here."

your heart swells at that, knowing jack was your favorite too. your heart also skips a beat at the feeling of shaking his hand. his skin is rough, yet his touch is gentle.

"thats so sweet. he brings you up a ton too." your hand drops back to your side and you fiddle with your jeans, suddenly feeling very flustered, a butterfly party happening in your tummy.

he smiles, a bit brighter now. he picks up his son, who is growing more and more tired by the second. he glances away before meeting your eyes again. "I uh, I appreciate all you do for my son. I work a lot out of state so, knowing my son has a good place to go is uh, comforting."

your smile widens, and you chuckle softly, "it my pleasure. he's a great kid."

you both continue to hold eye contact, your breathing calming a bit. he has kind eyes. tired ones, yes, but kind. he finally breaks the little bit of silence by clearing his throat, glancing down.

"well uh, we should be heading out. thank you again." before you can speak again he walks out, son in his arms.

even after he has disappeared from your eye site, you continue to stand and tare at where he was. you almost feel giddy, like a teenager who just met their new crush. you snap out of your daze when you realize you still need to help with checkout. you quickly get back to it, but can't help but thinking that everything has changed.

[sixtsposts]

From a distance, crowd’s chants and cries can be heard, saying; barty, barty, give us more barty!!!

Sorry for the delay and thank you for requesting! btw I loved writing this, I think Quidditch matchs are the best thing to write about - 🌻

Anthem - Barty Crouch Jr

TW: femal!reader, lots of cursing, academic? rivals dynamic, petname (birdy), depiction of a fall, hurt r

Flying quikly between all the players, you try to keep your goal in mind, with your eyes wide open as you try to analyse every little place of the Quidditch field. You stick your tongue out of your mouth a little, showing your concentration. You do your best to keep your mind at bay but you can't seem to ignore Barty Crouch motherfucking Junior.

This deepshit is doing loopings on the other side of the field, just across from you so that you will have the best view on his little show. Meanwhile the blue and red teams are playing, not paying any attention to both of their seekers.

You sigh loudly as you keep trying to ignore Barty's fucking stunts. This asshole is just trying to distract you from finding the golden snitch. With your tongue still pocking out of the corner of your mouth you keep your track, flying pass Barty as if he was wearing the invisible cloth. Maybe if you act like you didn't see him he'll stop. You know what they say, fake it until you make it.

Suddenly a shiny tiny ball catch your eyes, the golden snitch is flying fastly around the Quidditch field like a mad spinning top. You don't hesitate one second when you grab your broomstick harder and make the craziest turn to get out of the field, trying to rivalize with the golden snitch's speed.

Though you're not the only one who notice the little flying ball. Indeed you can feel a presence in your back, and you don't need to turn around to know it's Barty. Your heartbeat starts to rise at the thought of him catching what's yours.

The frown on your face deepens as you only go faster and faster on your broomstick, the air around you now hiting your face violently and making some of your hair escaping your tight bun.

The golden snatch is just in front of you, as you extend your hand you can almost feel it against the tip of your fingers. It is so close and yet still so much faster than you. You keep your mind focus: you need to catch it. The victory will be yellow and red, you will be partying in the Griffindor common room tonight.

When you think you are finally reaching it, the golden little ball make a the tightest turn. It pass by you at a crazy speed, so fast that it takes a second to realize it is not anymore in front of you. "Fuck," you growl lowly and without any second of questionning you grab harshly the tip of your broomstick and bend on the side.

"Don't do that!" You can hear from behind you. It's Barty's voice that you recognize before your broom turns violently, following the golden snatch's path. The big flying wood stick began to shake and tremble, you can feel in your hands that you don't have any control on your mount anymore and Barty is shouting at you things you don't understand.

You can feel your ear whistling as you fail your turn, your broomstick racing into one of the field tower. You don't even have the time to scream as the whole scene goes too fast for your mind to process. You only blink a second and all of Barty's screams and the crowd's shouts disappear into the dark.

You wake up what feels like few minutes after. Your body feel sore and painful as you realize you're not anymore on your broomstick high in the sky but in the grass, outside of the Quidditch field. You're lay down on your back and all you can hear are very loud shouts coming from the field's spectators. From a distance, crowd’s chants and cries can be heard, saying "Barty, Barty, give us more Barty!". For you it only sounds like a nightmare before you drown back to sleep.

Next thing you know, you're in the high school infirmary. The whole room is white and smells like medication. You hiss quietly as you shift a bit on your bed, "Shit, what happened?" You ask more to yourself. Though you hear a deep voice answering you.

"Well it's very simple birdy. See, you tried one more time to beat me and, one more time, you failed miserably," you turn your head slowly to the side and see the one and only Barty Crouch Junior sat beside your bed. He's still wearing his Ravenclaw Quidditch suit which makes you think that only an hour must have pass since you passed out. He's sweating like a pig, his messy black and green hair are sticking to his forehead, "But that's usual, isn't it? What's not, however, is the way you acted incredibly stupidly back on that field, birdy."

You shoot him a glare at his words. You slowly more your arm to touch your head where you can feel a bandage. Okay, maybe you acted a little bit impulsivly. "First of all, we weren't actually on the field," this remark make Barty smirk. "And second, I was just trying to win. Why do you even care? I made you win, Junior," you roll your eyes.

Barty only rise his eyebrows in response to your insolence. His moves closer to you, his elbows resting on his knees as he's sat on a shitty stool. You anchor your eyes in his, drowning into the depth of his grey eyes. This man, as unbearable as he is, still is one of the most handsome guy you have ever seen in your life. If only he wasn't so like him...

"I do care birdy. What would I become if you weren't there anymore, huh?" He says with a sarcastic tone and his familiar smirk. "M'pretty sure you'd stay the same annoying and immature bastard you already are," you mumble back, your previous stunts beginning to make you feel tired.

"An annoying, immature bastard without anyone to rivalize with my genuis," he correct you with a proud expression and an arrogant tone of voice. That makes you chuckle slightly, but the effort makes you hiss quietly. You don't see it but Barty's smirky attitude flatters for a second when he notices your painful body.

The Ravenclaw boy gets up from the stool, his wicked grin back on his face as if nothing happened. You look up at him from your place on the bed, a bit startled by your conversation. "Rest birdy, you look like shit," he snorts and you only reply by extending your arm as much as you can and give him your middle finger.

He grabs your finger in his warm hand, leaning a bit above you with a now almost threatening expression, though you're not scared. "By the way, don't you ever do something that stupid again, y'hear me birdy? Or I'll have you kicked out of your team, I have contacts," he says with a tone that you know is serious. You can't help but gulp, your eyes not leaving his even for a split second.

You nod silently in a slow gesture, looking up at him with a surprise expression. Why does he care so much? You can't stop questionning yourself. "Good," is all he replies before letting go of your hand, almost reluctantly. Or maybe it's the earlier fall that is beginning to make you crazy.

"Hey Junior!" He turns around as he's already few feets away from you. "Next I'll win," you reply with a determine expression and the boy just chuckle softly and nod his head a little, "Sure thing, birdy."

[anyaazel]

is it too late to send 🌻🍀 ? i just gotta know more about them 🤭

🥺 I am honored...but no you're not!! I will keep answering if people have questions <3

🌻 Does your self-insert or F/O go through any character development throughout the story?

Yes, they both do... u.u Azel learns to love and trust again and Anya grows to become more outspoken and set boundaries! She ends up protecting Azel in the end... (with the help of Swansea as well)

🍀 Do You have any other scenes in mind? Angsty, Tender, Funny, Etc.

I don't really want to spoil/trigger people in case I write it in more detail sometime, but there will be a lot more sad stuff... certainly after the moment everybody learns they are being fired and Jimmy gets really really mad. /_\; But! there are some funny things, like when they play board games, Azel somehow is lucky like Daisuke, but unlike him they are too nonchalant to really care about winning, and that drives Anya MAD! She will go up to Azel going like "You could've won. You should've won!!! Why did you do that???" & Azel just goes "Sorry...what?" then she gets more upset as Daisuke is giggling in his corner with Swansea.

There are some tender moments though, since they share the medical bay together... Anya usually ends up spooning Azel who doesn't realize she's trying to hook up!! 😭 So whenever Azel calls her a friend Anya thinks that she is being let down easily and that she makes him uncomfortable with her advances... (she doesn't, it just gave up on love and think this is normal between friends ><;) Swansea has to hear about her problems as well and is kind of the mediator as well since Azel talks to him in private too! But mainly on things like how to repair things better.

[keoni-chan]

🌻 Summer - Year 3 - Wolfe Family 🌻

LAst time, Liam married his high school boyfriend Colin, and they've been very happy. Both Colin and Liam expressed the desire to adopt, and unlike another couple I know, they were both very clear about that.

And Asia and Sarah continued to be one of Angler's Bay's more wholesome couples.

This week, someone will have to write a novel. (ROS has been very benign lately. I hope it's not building up to maximum drama for the next unlucky household...)

[anxiety-lemsbian]

‧͙⁺˚･˖ ࣪⭑☾[ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀʙʙɪᴛꜱ ɢʟᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ? ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ, ᴏʀ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴏᴘ. ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴛɪɴ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏx ɪꜱ ᴠᴜʟᴘᴇꜱ ᴠᴜʟᴘᴇꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ɴɪᴄᴇ.]☽˖ ࣪⭑･˚⁺‧͙

hi! i'm aster.

she/they, minor, ENG + some ESP and Auslan, poet, audhd, sapphic ace, careless man’s careful daughter, infj, shark lover, lucy dacus listener, aries sun, gemini moon, pisces rising, #1 boygenius (+ solo careers) obsessor, ravenclaw but FUCK JKR, pinterest princess (androgynous), aspiring forest witch, chronic fatigue + generalized anxiety disorder + depression sufferer, greek salad lover

FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

current hyperfixation/talk to me about:

the ark x boygenius parallels

special interests:

sylvia plath, boygenius, bluey, sharks

fandoms:

everything sucks, boygenius (+solo careers), jucy, gilmore girls, brooklyn 99, heartbreak high, bluey, bridgerton, osemanverse, sunflowers and lavender, kiki’s delivery service, hamilton, matilda the musical, ruby redfort, aurora cycle (zila's my GIRL), nevermoor, stargirl, agggtm, biac, wednesday, lady bird, the owl house

books:

the anthropocene reviewed, the bell jar, stargirl, loveless, radio silence, death sets sail, goddess girls series, dear poppy, aurora cycle, anne of green gables series, sick bay, henry hamlet’s heart, hani and ishu’s guide to fake dating, nevermoor, iwbft, heartstopper, solitare

ships:

wenclair, lumity, cazzie, emisue,

artists:

lucy dacus, chappell roan, hozier, florence and the machine, radiohead, phoebe bridgers, julien baker, gracie abrams, noah kahan, boygenius, taylor swift? (melbourne n3), lorde, cavetown, mitski, eliza and the delusionals, boyish, beabadoobee

songs:

claw machine, nuvole bianche, leonard cohen, garden song, there it goes, triple dog dare, home by now, no surprises, cartwheel, me and my dog, american teenager, good news, scorpio rising, townie, last words of a shooting star, strawberry blond, we’re in love, so much wine, apple cider

playlist:

psa: when i use 'girl' in relation to me (crafty girl summer, etc.) i mean it androdgynously :))

my sideblogs are:

@leftfromrightfromwrong : boygenius and sometimes art

@listen2yourownvoice : radio silence+ a bit of general osemanverse

tags: # aster writes- poetry. #aster writes i guess- more poetry. #asters saved posts- saved posts. #aster loves boygenius- me loving boygenius. #aster's lyric rambles- when i just post a bunch of song lyrics in a format. #aster bawls on the floor- due to sadness, cringiness or laughter, i am on the floor and out for the count. # aster thinks (not really) - what it sounds like pretty much # it’s me i’m the girlfriend - can’t even explain this one actually #percy <3- literally just @trashmeowcan #ari 🌻 - @waitingforthesunrise

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❤️🎁👓🌻💛!

Thank you my darling!

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

Ooo...I think I'm gonna pull from my most recent fic It's Not the Devil at Your Door (It's Just Your Shadow on the Floor). And it's not really a line, but it's more of a scene but I just really like the imagery in it

         “Mattia!  MATTIA!” he roared.  Mattia, however, just kept walking, causing Charles to growl low in his throat before he shut his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down but he was just so overcome with anger that he couldn’t help but take another deep breath before he let out a loud scream, his powers exploding out of him.  However, because of the properties of the cell, the glass just absorbed his powers instead of exploding because of them, causing him to growl before he punched the wall of his cell, rage coursing through his veins. 

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

I'm kind of working on two WIPS at the moment: Die Trying (it was originally Rebel Moon but I liked Die Trying better) and my Carlando Omegaverse fic. So I'll share from Die Trying since I just started my omegaverse fic

         “Now…who’s the man or woman among you who oversees the harvest?” he inquired.  None of the villagers answered, causing him to raise an eyebrow before he smiled slightly.          “Come now, there must be one whose thumb is greener than the rest” he stated, making Jin Dacheng look over at Bai Jinbo, who just shot him a look in return, before he cleared his throat and raised his hand.          “That uh…that would be me” he declared, making Zhao Jingming turn to look at him as Bai Jinbo shot him a pointed look.          “Dacheng” he hissed as Zhao Jingming smiled.          “You’re the overseer?” he asked.  Jin Dacheng nodded.          “Yes sir” he replied.  Zhao Jingming hummed.          “I see.  Well, if these people trust you, then so do I” he declared as he looked at him.

Jin Dacheng is going to cause so many problems cuz the dumbass doesn't know how to keep his god damn mouth shut

👓 What helps you focus when you write?

Most times, music. I don't like writing in absolute silence unless I need the silence to get the dialogue/scene out of my head and onto my word document. Sometimes the music distracts from what I'm trying to say

🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

I read my own fics more than I read other fics, mainly just because well...I wrote them for me. They're written specifically with tropes and ideas that I like so...of course I'm gonna read it more than others.

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

Not everyone is going to like your writing and that's not your fault. If a fic isn't "performing" as well as you thought it would, it's not on you. Everyone's taste is different and as long as you enjoy what you're doing, then that's all that matters in the end. And there will always be someone in your corner who enjoys your works so honestly just write for yourself and those in your corner and that's all that matters at the end of the day

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[vilandel]

28, 30, 65, and 81 for the ask game, please? Thank you!! 🌻

Thank you very much for your ask, dear Acacia 🌻

Now, onto your questions...

28. handwritten notes or typed notes? Both. Notebooks are my life saviors when I have to write something without my computer and my writing usb stick nearby. And typed are good when I got an idea while writing.

30. most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you. A lot from Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit, but this Gandalf Quote is one of my favorites all the time: I've found it is the small things, everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keeps the darkness at bay. Simple acts of kindness and love. I want to try some things like that in my stories too, simple acts of kindness and love 💘

65. what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve written? How about I give you three? Four Make Five which is part of my Black Clover Next Gen series. It as about Zora x Nebra and my OC children for them. The numbers in the title are very important. Key To The Hearts one of my longer stories. Yes, the title is very symbolic. Silver Cats & Black Roses another longer stories of mine. It is about Nozel x Vanessa and Yami x Charlotte... Heck why the title.

81. if you could go back in time and give your younger self a piece of writing advice specific to you, what would it be? Don't listen to your teacher, little one. Write at the space that is the right one for you, it is not a time-limited quiz after all. You love writing even outside of school, never let anyone spoil that love. I had a teacher, when I was 10-11-12 years old who scolded me more than once because I had the habit to write slowly (except when it was a quiz or a test). Well, I was slow, but not as much as he pretended and I was one of the rare ones in the class to be strong about grammar, orthography and writing in general.

[true-blue-sonic]

For the Ask Game 🌻🎁

🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

Somewhat oddly, I tend to reread the fics I recently published quite a bit, and then eventually I reach a point wherein I don't touch them anymore, as if I am almost physically unable to. Maybe because my writing style changes over time, and reading my older writing style makes me cringe? This is also why I don't always recall if I already wrote a fic about a certain topic or not, where it also does not help that I have a LOT of WIPs and stuff published😅 So I reread them a lot when recently published, and afterwards not at all, basically.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Currently it is my Espilver pirate AU that is living in my head rentfree in the background amidst lots of other projects, so I can share a piece from that! The setting is as follows: Captain Robotnik forced Silver and Espio into some Very Dangerous Stuff which they luckily survived, and now they are hanging out together and just getting to know each other better. I hope you like it!

As it stood, Robotnik indeed did not apologise, though Silver figured Espio had been correct in assuming the man would make no attempts to in the first place.

At least he and Espio had recovered quickly enough, a final check by Vector and much nagging by the hedgehog enough to release them from the medbay and return them to their duties, though Silver had gladly grasped the opportunity and the sunny weather to give his friend some lessons in a thing most important for any pirate: swimming.

“You’re doing great, Es,” the hedgehog chirped, floating lavishly on his back in a shallow bay just outside a small town’s harbour. “Just kick your legs, like that!”

Espio’s frown couldn’t possibly have been more sour from where he was clutching a repurposed empty barrel like a life-line; which Silver figured it indeed constituted for in this moment. “This is awful,” the chameleon hissed, helplessly floundering.

“It’s important!! If you ever go overboard again, you need to know this.” Swimming closer with a lavish backstroke Silver shot his most disarming smile at the other, who did indeed avert his eyes with a deep sigh and slightly-reddening cheeks. Learning to swim was intensive, the hedgehog knew also, and thus Silver gently directed Espio closer to the shore where they both could at least stand on the sandy underground.

“Thanks,” Espio muttered, clutching the barrel still as Silver flopped over onto his feet. “I appreciate your tenacity, but this is hopeless. Ninja are not made to swim.”

“I mean, I guess swimming stealthily is difficult if you need to get up for air each time,” Silver agreed, relaxing at the small waves hitting his midriff and the white light of the sun flickering over the ocean.

“That, or ‘the ocean’ does not exactly constitute ‘the shadows’.”

Flicking his ears at his friend’s salty tone of voice Silver grinned, drawing a deep breath before pulling his head underwater in full. Espio seemed to greatly dislike the ocean, but luckily there were some things here that could perhaps sway his opinion... Pulling himself along the sandy bottom Silver beamed as something smooth hit his fingertips, the hedgehog pulling it out with one hand and giving Espio’s sides underwater a poke with his other as he resurfaced. “Look, though!” he smiled, a large pink shell in his hands. “You can’t find this in the shadows either, can you?”

“Well, no, but still,” Espio huffed, though he did carefully reach out... to grasp Silver’s hand, twisting it gently to look at the shell from all angles. Shoulders hitching up the hedgehog muffled some weird noise, his stomach right back to all those weird flutters he felt on occasion around the chameleon. “Intricate craftsmanship. Mother Nature truly is gorgeous,” the other eventually spoke, smile on his face.

“Uh- Uh huh.”

“I must say, this whole beach is.”

“Yeah... This is where Blaze taught me to swim too, years back,” Silver agreed, clearing his throat awkwardly to find his voice again. “Um... He tried to also, but he actually really sucked at swimming, so... That didn’t really work out, heh. Luckily Blaze knew what to do.”

“Fond memories of a time past.”

Rubbing his head Silver mumbled back something he couldn’t discern either, eyes studying the sky above. They couldn’t go back to the [ship’s name] too late, lest Captain Robotnik would wake up from his afternoon nap, figure out his two swabbies had snuck out, and unleash his usual ire on them... “Okay!! I have one final task for you, and then you have graduated Silver’s Very Beginner Swimming Class For People Who Hate Water,” he smiled at his friend.

“Oh no. What do you have in mind.”

“I want you to go under too and find a shell also. Doesn’t need to be a big one- really, anything is fine.”

“You are trying to kill me,” Espio grumbled... though definitely ninja were stubborn enough to not back down from a challenge, Silver smiled as the chameleon drew a deep breath all the same and pushed his body underwater too. Clumsily, and awkwardly, and one hand wildly flailed as the hedgehog laughed and moved to grasp it...

Spending time like this truly was nice, he mused to himself.

With a hacking cough Espio surfaced again, the chameleon looking positively soaked despite the lack of fur on his body. “Here,” got grumbled, a little brown shell pushed right into Silver’s hand. “The best I can do. I’m done for today.”

“I’m proud of you, Es,” Silver purred, and if the way the chameleon refused to meet his gaze was any indication he figured he had not heard that very often in his life.

Helping Espio to the shore in full the hedgehog whistled a little tune. His own fur dripped around his body also, heavy and water-laden... “Hey!!” Espio cried out as Silver tucked his arms to his body and shook it all out, cackling manically at the look of pure affronted disdain sent his way. “Now I’m all wet!”

“You already were,” Silver smirked back, turning tail and running over the sandy undergrowth as Espio cut to the chase.

“Don’t you dare torment the ninja like that!”

“Ninja can’t catch me~”

“We’ll see about that!”

[studioghostlegs]

My favorite parts to write in all of Pearlglow Cafe were these little quotes for the chapter screens.🌻

They hint at the *very* dramatic and serious going-ons around Pearlcliff Bay~🥰

[cellythefloshie]

hello! it's the fic WIP fairy🧚✨please tell us about what you're working on in as much or as little detail as you want!

pass this along to anyone who you admire, anyone who you know needs motivation, or anyone who may not get to talk about their work often🌻spread the love💜and good luck on your wips!💓

The WIP fairy is about to come to kick my ass for having too many WIP's going right now... I technically have 3 fandom WIP's going outside of this blog just waiting to be finished but what's motivation?

And then here, we have the remainder of Kinkmas to work through and of course Road Wife!

You all know Road Wife... you know the one where the reader takes the role of "wife" for the entire Tampa Bay Lighting Team for the 2020-2021 season for their away games? The one where we have formed an unhealthy attachment to Anthony Cirelli? And don't forget, Ross Colton isn't about to let us forget about his interest - he has been quite unforgettable - AND you can't count the married men out of the game because we are in for some drama once I get through the next 5 chapters or so. AND THE CAMEOS. We are going to have so many good cameos soon!

And by soon, I mean when I finally can get myself writing more than blurbs.

[gilmore-angel]

unexpected pleasures || A.T x fem!reader

summary ♱ reader has just wed the infamous aemond targaryen, and though she's nervous, she will soon discover there are many pleasurable things to come (tldr reader gets finger fucked good)

warnings/contains ♱ arranged marriage, awkwardness at first, smut obvi, sub!reader dom!aemond, fingering, praise kink!! use of good girl, pretty girl, wife. overall very fluffy!! soft!aemond<3. let me know if I should add anything else!!

authors note ♱ okok this is probably trash but I'm literally forcing myself to write rn<3 lol anyways this is also my first time actually writing for aemond which is crazy bc I've been obsessed with him since like early January💀. if you enjoy please reblog! likes are obviously appreciated but reblogs are the thing that actually help the writer<3 oh and lmk if you want a part two!!

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married life isn't so bad after all.

of course, you've only been married for about three hours now, but it's going better than expected, which at this point is all you can hope for.

your new husband, prince aemond, has been quite pleasant thus far. you have only had roughly six full conversations since you were betrothed two months ago, but based off of them he was very polite and well educated.

though you had dreaded the wedding day, everything had gone smoothly. the ceremony itself was a big event, full of lords and ladies you didn't even know the house of, all eager to get on the new princesses good side. and of course there was the kiss you shared with aemond, one that sent an unknown feeling through you, settling at your lower belly. and now, the grand feast to celebrate the union.

it had less people there, only family and the very important houses were allowed to attend. you sat at the table in the middle, sitting in the center along with your husband. on your other side sat your father, mother and siblings, the same went for aemond. your husband stayed mostly silent during the feast, only speaking when spoken to.

your belly slightly ached with nerves for what was coming next; the bedding. thankfully, the queen had insisted upon a private bedding, just as she did for her other children when they wed. the action soothed your nerves a bit, but they still clung to you.

you had been warned by your mother that the bedding was an uncomfortable and painful process for the woman. but she also informed you that it is something all woman must do to please their lord husband and produce heirs.

you felt your heart sink when the king stood up weakly to announce it was time for you and aemond to head to your chambers. you both stood up and gave your goodbyes, your mother giving you a reassuring smile before you left.

there was an awkward silence as you walked with your husband to your chambers, escorted by guards. you glanced at him, only to see him looking straight ahead, blank expression on his handsome face.

once you arrived the guards pushed open the heavy wooden doors. you gave them a small smile in thanks before aemond dismissed them. as the doors closed aemond let out a small shaky sigh, you couldn't tell if it was out of nervousness or dread. you both stood awkwardly, unsure of where to begin. he spoke first, breaking the deafening silence.

"would you like help taking down your hair?" he blurted out. you nodded, giving him a awkward small smile.

"please," you moved past him to sit at the vanity. you began taking out the many odd placed pins and braids in your hair. aemond came up from behind you to start assisting in the process. the feeling of his long fingers in your hair made up for the times he would accidentally tugged too hard trying to take down the hairstyle. you both worked in silence, the only word spoken was his occasional 'sorry's when he would notice you wince.

now that your hair was down, the room was once again filled with an thick silence. eventually you stood up, turning to face him. you sucked in a breath, looking up at him nervously.

"should i..... should I remove my clothes, my prince?"

his eyes widened at the question, but he nodded, "yes, my lady... I can help."

he moved behind you, undoing the laces of the dress with shaky fingers. the gorgeous dress fell to the floor, pooling around your feet. you stepped out of the dress, leaving you in a silky shift and small clothes. you felt quite vulnerable as you begun taking your shift off, even more so once it was gone.

aemond let out a shaky breath at the sight of you in nothing but your small clothes. he looks up and down your body, desire filling his eye. he walks closer to you, looking deep into your eyes.

"may I kiss you, my lady?" he asked, his usual cold tone gone, now replaced with a soft, caring one. you nod, eyes wide.

aemond smiled softly before leaning down and kissing your soft lips. this kiss was unlike the other one you both had shared just hours before. this one was out of pure want, not obligation.

you gasp softly against his lips when he deepened the kiss, your hands flying up to his strong shoulders. his hands found home on your hips. he pulled away just enough to whisper against your lips, "is this okay?"

you nod, staring up at him with wide eyes. "yes, my prince, I just... I don't really know how to do this properly."

he smiles at you softly, moving one of his hands to caress your cheek gently.

"that's okay, just copy what I do, okay?"

he leans back in, kissing at a slow pace. his lips are soft and warm against your own. you feel something wet poking at your bottom lip and soon realize it's his tongue. you open your mouth slightly and gasp when he slides his tongue in, exploring where he can reach. the sensation causes a soft whimper to fall from your lips.

he begins pushing you backwards gently until the back of your knees hit the edge of the plush bed behind you, causing you to lay down on it. to your surprise, aemond gets on his knees before you and pulls you down so your legs hang off the bed. leaning up on your elbows you look down at him extremely confused. "my prince... what are you doing?"

he simply smiled and blushed, "let me know if you wish to stop, okay my lady?". his big calloused hands went up and down your thighs, pulling them apart. you laid back, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. his hands eventually found their way to your small clothes.

"may I remove these, my lady?" one hand continued rubbing you thigh gently. you hum and nod. that wasn't good enough apparently and aemond lightly pinched your thigh. "words, wife. I need to hear some words out of those pretty lips."

you blushed deeply, taking a deep breath, "yes, please take them off."

he smiles, murmuring under his breath "good girl". you felt a tingle in your lower belly, growing each time he touched or talked to you.

he carefully slid your small clothes off, throwing them somewhere in the room. he sucked in a big breath at the sight of your bare cunt. you squirmed slightly, his gaze lighting you on fire almost.

"may I touch you, wife?" he spoke softly, a poorly hidden desire behind the words.

you nod but quickly remember what he told you. "yes, you may."

with one hand he softly rubbed your thigh, with the other he rubbed one finger up and down your lips, pushing past them and exploring the wet outside. your back slightly arched at the unknown but not unwelcomed feeling. he moved his finger higher until he found your clit. a high pitched whimper escaped your lips at his soft but achingly good touch.

he looked up at you with a sweet smile. "does that feel nice, wife?". his finger moved in gentle circles, pressing ever so slightly.

a few breathy whimpers and moans slipped out of your mouth. "yes," you breathed, "so so nice..."

he let out a hmm, continuing his movements. he moved his finger up and down, gathering your wetness and then spreading it around your sensitive clit. as he rubbed on your bundle of nerves, his other hand came up, softly pressing against your slit.

"this may feel strange, my lady, but I promise it'll feel so good soon, okay?" he pushed a long thick finger into your previously untouched hole, groaning at how tight you were. your back arched off the bed as a loud moan rang around the room. he slowly started moving it in and out, sending waves of pleasure through your body when he curled his finger upwards. your gummy walls tightened around him, almost as tight as he cock felt in his trousers.

he looked up to see your reaction, smiling when he saw your head thrown back in pleasure. soft whimpers left your mouth as his movements quickened.

"may I add a second finger, sweet girl?" something about the way he said the affectionate name sent chills down your spine as you slightly bucked against his hand.

"hmmph, yes, yes please husband." he smirked as he added a second finger. he pumped them in and out fast, his other hand still focused on your puffy clit.

suddenly a new feeling hit you. like some sort of knot in your belly, ready to explode any second. a panicked expression washed over you at the strange sensation.

"aemond, aemond! something is, fuck, happening!" you cried desperately, clenching the sheets beneath you hard.

"shh, it's okay, it'll feel so good. just let it happen sweet girl." it was too much and too little, it was overwhelming yet you needed more. it hurt but felt so so right.

before you could reply waves and waves of pleasure washed over you, drowning you in the feeling of him. your whole body shook, hips bucking wildly into his hand. creamy white cum drooled onto his fingers and hand. he groaned at the sight and fucked you through your peak.

he eventually slid his hand out and climbed up the bed, hovering over you. he brought his cum covered fingers to you mouth, "open," he commanded softly, sucking in a shaky breath when you wrapped you lips around them. he pulled them out, moving to caress your cheek, "such a good girl."

he began kissing your neck, trailing his hand back down to your thighs. you whimpered sweetly causing him to chuckle.

"oh, sweet wife, we are just getting started."

[cosmic-cogs]

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Q5: What are some of your OCs greatest fears?

Gonna assume you're asking about Lancaster, but for fun I'll throw in Moore, too, since they're both on the brain lol.

Lancaster is from a dangerous region: ice, mountains, monsters, war. He's content to let his brother have the title of Prince so he can take up arms and keep danger at bay, and naturally, his biggest fear is failure. Failure means his fellow warriors are in danger, failure means the citizens could die, failure means his brother is going to be taken out by grief and his home will be without protection or ruler to keep the peace. He takes pride in his abilities and fears the day they won't be enough.

Moore is paralyzed by the thought of everyone leaving. It's inevitable--everyone always leaves--so he keeps everyone at multiple arm lengths. He's a bastard on purpose so everyone will fuck off, because him scaring everyone away isn't nearly as painful as letting people in and then being abandoned. (The campaign did NOT end well for him.)

Q8: Do you have any OC family trees?

Gonna go for Lancaster and Moore again lol

Lancaster's father died in conflict, which left his wife as queen, though she has little interest in the position. His brother Sayer leads as prince as a result, and his charisma lends itself well to the position. His life never lacked for love, and he's proud of where he comes from.

Moore's parents have long since been out of the picture, disinterested in their delinquent son. The feeling is mutual, but he still adores his sister, Maude. (Madeline, but never to him.) She went on to be a researcher, and he makes sure to get his hands on any work she publishes. Careless about his belongings, but anything with her name on it is carefully maintained. He hasn't seen her in years, has no idea where she is, and considering the events leading to and during the campaign, it's best he keeps his distance to keep her safe. He writes unsent letters to her in the beat up journal he keeps in his bag.

Q29: What was your first fandom you were in? Did you make any art/fanfic for it?

Apparently liking Inuyasha when I was seven counts towards this lol. Always had sleep problems, so I'd be awake early in the morning. The TV was usually on Cartoon Network during the day, but when you're awake at like 6am on the weekend in the 2000s, well, that turns into Toonami lmao. I thought Inuyasha was soooo cool. The coolest thing ever, actually (until FMA: B started airing immediately after Inuyasha, at which point it was usurped. I'd still wake up early for Inuyasha though.) I remember being in elementary school and drawing a picture that at the very least included Kirara that got put on the side of the fridge. So, yeah, apparently the answer is Inuyasha at 7/8 and a crayon drawing of Kirara and I think Miroku and Sango.

If we're not counting that, uhhhhh.... Teen Titans. Raven was sooooo my favorite. Still is. She's so cool. I'd draw her in my little middle school notebooks instead of taking notes.

Q30: How are you doing?

Chilling and listening to Spotify rn so pretty good. Wish I had write juice or time to draw lol

[captain-kinda-trash]

Okay, okay 😍 Bay!Raph, small drabble, 🌻 accidental confession with female reader (she/her) please and thank you!! 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Oops... (Bayverse! Raphael x Fem! Reader)

Of course!! Thank you for being my first request <33 [sorry it's a bit short!]

[prompts ~ 🌻, Bayverse! Raph]

Raphael hadn't even meant to say the words. Embarrassingly enough, they just slipped, something out of the ordinary for the usually quick-witted and flirtatious turtle.

While you were leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and a toothy grin overtaking your features, raph struck up a conversation.

It started out simple enough, something along the lines of why you were hiding a gigantic container of goldfish on top of the fridge, which led to some savory flirting that upcurled the ninja's scarred lip. He relished in the way you stated put, seeming unflustered and quick with your comebacks.

"Whaddya mean by that?" Raph questioned, one brow ridge arching with mischievous curiosity.

"Listen, Red, all I'm saying, is that you just dont have the best... Taste in women."

He scoffed, toned shoulders moving with the force of his breath.

"Oh yeah," he challenged, "And who's to say, except you? I think you'll disagree."

"I'd be willing to bet that the girl you've got a crush on has nothing on these looks."

His chest rumbled with laughter when you struck a dramatic pose, hand landing on your outplaced hip and flipping your hair.

"Hm, then I'm willing to prove that yer wrong, stinker. I've got my work cut out for me."

"Oh? I don't like her."

"Oh but ya do. Hard for you to hate yerself."

It took Raphael a little less than 3 seconds (and your baffled face) to realize whatt he'd said.

Oops...

He didn't know what he was expecting your reaction to be, but it most certainly not a wide smile and the wiggling of eyebrows, masking a flustered expression. You shuffled closer with a grin.

"Oh... Maybe I do like her then."

The turtle coughed nervously, averting his emerald eyes from yours when you nudged his more-than-muscular arm. What was he supposed to say? Thankfully he didn't need to think of anything else, since you'd already began speaking.

"Well then I think you'd be happy with my taste in men too, Red. Unless you hate yourself."

His eyes went wide, glancing at the smug expression on your face, and was soon after left speechless when you pecked a kiss against the side of his scaly face.

[yay! thank you for being my first request lovely! i just adore writing these cute little drabbles!]

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